A Long Way

if I could still feel the wind,

you know that I would,

but the voices come slowly now,

like strangers in the night,

never quite sure when or if they

will return, as mystery gives way to bright,

white illumination, hot and searing,

seeking inner truths, but finding only minor

revelations and hidden indecision;

you and I old friend, have come a

long way, on a journey without beginning,

without end, you have shown me a tomorrow,

while withstanding the yesterdays,

and for this I shall love you forever.

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